I decided to keep going though, because I really am serious about working my way back up to double digit miles on the weekends this fall, and because, well, I was fuzzy about other reasons until I ran across some visual reminders that logging 6 miles would earn me a cold adult beverage during tonight's football game! I will sweat for beer.
I was making pretty good time, throwing in a little jog here and there, but the heat really was beginning to get to me around mile 4, and I opted to take it down a notch and finish things out with an extended cool-down walking pace. What I enjoy about these longer walks is that I don't feel pressure to do anything but stay out there and keep moving. I don't claim to be an athlete, after all, but I am a bit of a this:
It was at this point, though, that I sent my husband a text, to ask him to please have some good cold water waiting for me when I got home. I checked my walking app to see how much longer I needed to keep putting one foot in front of another, and was delighted to see it was only just about another mile. Thank goodness the app is easy to read.
|(Not really my glasses.)|
Even so, I was really thinking that every footfall between where I was and home was going to be an act of sheer determination. I was beginning to get a little lightheaded, and I had my phone out to call home again to ask my husband to come get me when I looked ahead of me and saw a Knight In Shining Armor coming toward me.
That's right, folks. He tracked me on my phone, got in his truck, and delivered water to me. Is this man a prince, or what? He knew I "needed" my 6 miles today, so he didn't try to stop me, and I just grabbed the water, mumbled a sincere thanks, and kept going.
And then, as my girlfriends and I like to say, I found a dollar.